Текст песни Сергій Жадан - Салман тримав на вокзалі кіоски

1

Salman kept kiosks at the station.
The kiosks were burned by some thugs.
Burned kiosks, burned Volkswagen -
working with people has its advantages.
Salman was burned, others were left,
recognized only by the pins on his neck.
We swore, standing in the fog,
that we will erect a monument to Comrade Salman,
put a monument of black granite,
we honor the memory of illiquid fighters.
Sleep with peace, take up arms,
veterans of Troy, pioneers-heroes,
who burned down at work and did not live to retire:
children of the sun, pepsi generation.

2

Vasya hung out at the firm before the crisis,
then rats appeared on the firm.
Rats sniffed the fat part,
the rats handed Vasya over to the authorities.
And here he sits, like a sailor on the pier,
and falls into insanity from such sorrow.
"I have a friend who has a transplant specialist," he says.
shake off the extra junk.
I will sell anything from internals:
least used, without any bad.
In the process, the consent of the family is required,
then let them disassemble into pieces.
And the family is against it, as if it were a sentence.
And fuck me from the kidney? I will live without kidneys.
Fuck me with their guts and blood clots?
I will sell everything extra, I will be like a zombie.
I'll start eating someone else's blood,
I will pay my debts to my health.
I will drink antidotes,
to survive and forget everyone. "

3

Met a friend Arthur recently:
decent homeland, good nature -
cousin-rooster, excellent sister.
Sat down - leaned back, sat down again - leaned back,
sat down again - went on amnesty,
sitting, waiting for the good news.
Sings carols in churches on Christmas.
"Everything must be in order," he says.
What's the point of your peaceful assembly?
It is better to cut cops and prosecutors,
overthrow judges, hang precinct officers,
shoot red, smoke brown,
drown in the shit of the new governor,
then on a fire to muffle from the batcher.
Tear the priests with golden crosses,
send bombs by registered mail
to every dick, banker and bourgeois -
Jesus said to live according to Feng Shui.

4

Andriukha went to school with honors,
until taken with a stolen watch.
"It was boring and timid for me," he says.
Went to perform civic duty
in the city of Fastiv, in the construction part.
How I hate this country!
Everyone is ready to suck for a handout.
Will work just for zhrachku.
They live like snakes, showing no appearance.
I will never leave here. "
He gave his work and defense.
In recent years he has been sitting at the stadium.
Sits in the fall, sits in the summer,
talks about transfer policy:
"The club is a holiday - the owner has changed,
left loot is the best stimulus.
Our traditions are to hand over positions,
Negroes and Brazilians will do the rest.
Not everyone is given the best,
honest football is too expensive.
Everything is bought, everything is sold,
except love and our heart! ”

5
Each of us has his deputies.
Peers lie in the chernozems of the republic.
There are no others, no one can replace them.
They traded in metal and nickel.
They went through it all at once -
from Donbass factories to Russian gas.
It was taken away from them by mines and factories,
they were talking about the smell of freedom,
on Europe's offshore zones and markets,
they were overthrown by the authorities and did not take the disease,
they were the first to rush forward under sail.
They were then the first to be shot.
They were buried, they were forgotten.
Night skies, black cellars,
dead silence, harsh homeland:
unbearably intoxicating,
unspeakably formidable.